There is a garden in every childhood, an enchanted place where colors are brighter, the air softer, and the morning more fragrant than ever again.
sometimes
i would like to go back to my childhood times
because it's tiring to become an adult.
oui, c'est vraiment fatigant.
sometimes you can't freely let out all your anger and sadness.
and, at the certain point,
instead of telling people that you're not okay, you give them the brightest smile.
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